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...Tewfik Rushdi Bey, Foreign Minister. Once an accoucheur, the patient, fumbling Tewfik wears high-powered spectacles with the thickest lenses in all Turkey. He, by six years of astute diplomacy, has made the Soviet Union small Turkey's fast & firm friend. While a Red Army commander stepped forward to greet General Ismet, Tewfik talked with Soviet Foreign Commissar Maxim Maximovitch Litvinov winced slightly at the too terrific blaring of the Red Army band which had burst into Turkey's national anthem: Istiklal Marsi (March of Independence).* In a Rolls-Royce the Turks were driven between two miles of cheering, flag...
...goes directly upstairs where is waiting for him a basin of antiseptic diluted in hot water. Into this the President plunges his red swollen hand to relieve the ache. Last week the White House secretariat announced that the President would hold no more receptions, shake no more hands. "To greet so many visitors presents too great a task for the President at such a time as this when official demands occupy every waking hour...
...reopened. After eleven per formances the play, though very funny in France, closed with a loss of $35,000. On the day it closed, he intrepidly opened his second speakeasy venture, ''Joe Zelli's." It failed within a week. Still rich, popular, he will continue to greet genially many of the world's prominent, some of its eminent, within the ur bane doors of his "American Bar" on the Rue Fontaine, Paris. Here may be seen a beauteous cinemactress flirting coyly with a fun-loving British peer over the telephones which hospitable Joe Zelli placed...
Officers of the Harvard Dramatic Club, J. F. Joyce '32, president, constituted a reception committee in the lobby of Jordan Hall, last evening, for the performance of the "Comedy of Errors," by Sir Philip Bon Greet's company...
...after 35 years of faithful service. His son is a lieutenant in the army. Nevertheless the Court ordered him arrested, held. Last week he sat in a cell, his head bowed in shame. The door rattled open; two of his former officers entered, stood stiffly. General Schill rose to greet them. One of them laid something on the table. Then stiffly they filed out, leaving the door open. The general looked at the open door, then at the thing on the table-a revolver. He well knew the military code. Proudly he shot himself...